Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Authors note: This story is a work of fiction, don't involve your kids in
your sex life, it is illegal.  Enjoy the story for what it is a sexual
fantasy.

   Story Codes - MF, Fb, voyeur, exhib, F solo, b solo, mast, toys, incest

   Winter's Second Watch Crossing the Line

   In most relationships there comes a turning point when the rules are
redefined.  After I had seen my parents on the sitting room floor, they
became more open on a number of levels, in particular with their
conversations and general behavior, to some extent I found it challenging
my own comfort levels.  Being a watcher is a very passive activity but one
in which you retain a degree of control over your decision to watch, but
the conversations would leave me turned on and squirming uncomfortably,
especially in the car.  A few days later I was once again in the bath, I
must admit I had left the door ajar to listen out for mum and dad's games.
When I heard foot steps on the stairs I figured it would be bedroom fun. 
With my hand already stroking my self in anticipation, mum stepped naked
into the bath room and sat on the loo.  As we had a toilet down stairs and
in the shower room there was no real need to use the one in the bath room,
currently occupied by me.  Though surprised, I was anything but
disappointed.

   As mum relaxed and relived her self with obvious pleasure, she sat with
legs spread wide providing me with a clear view of her thick hairy bush, I
pushed my hips up lifting my stirred loins clear of the water and
masturbated in front of her.

   "Not so fast, you'll wear it out".  Mum joked.

   As she did so she reached into the bath and splashed water over me, I
moved my hand to see if she would touch me, but any contact seemed purely
by the soapy tide.  Eventually she ordered me to turn round and though she
still sat on the toilet, I felt her hands washing and rinsing my back, on
few passes her finger tips delved between my buttocks, never lingering,
just a brush over my anus and to my balls as if to maintain the impression
of cleanliness over baser activity.  I lent back and felt her full breasts
against my neck and shoulders as she continued her ministrations.  Mum paid
little heed to my erection or soft moans of pleasure, letting the tension
grow within me, teasing me to want more.

   "You were playing with dad tonight?" I asked when I could catch a
breath.

   "Oh yes, my dear" she replied then planted a kiss on my head.  "Just
letting him watch the news and chill out a little bit first".

   "Can I watch, mum?" I felt at last, that asking would be the decent
thing.

   "Nice of you to ask this time, but yes".  We haven't stopped you so far
have we" answered mum.

   "But this time put a towel on the arm chair; you don't need to sit on
the floor".

   "Oh, OK" The reply seemed inadequate to the permission she'd given, but
it was all that my spinning mind could muster.

   Finally she ordered me out of the bath, the proceeded to briskly dry me,
in some ways it seemed a throw back to couple of years ago before I was
dispatched to public school.  But now her hands patted the towel over the
sparse dark young curls of my growing pubes and rubbed down, none to
gently, my aching erection.  Satisfied she pulled the plug from the bath
reminding me to clean it in the morning.

   I looked at her quizzically "Clean the bath mum?" While I expected these
sorts of chores at school, at home this was a bit new.

   "Nothing's for free, my dear, certain privileges you'll have to start
earning" Her meaning was clear and over the next few years, my domestic
skills were to be rather more developed than I had ever anticipated.  I
could only nod my head in agreement.

   Satisfied that I was dry enough, mum stepped past me, handing me a large
towel from the rail.  I followed her down stairs.  The telly was already
off, as were the main lights, the room was lit by side laps in the corners,
casting a softer velvety glow.  In the back ground I could here the strains
of Barry Manilow, not exactly my choice, but some opinions are best kept to
ones self.  Dad was stretched out naked on the sofa; his feet resting on
padded foot stool, with one hand he slowly stroked his swelling shaft.  I
walked past him, lifting my hand in silent greeting; he gave me a rye smile
and waved his thick cock in reply.  When I paused and responded with a
shake of my own some with my somewhat less developed member.  He laughed
pointed his cock at the arm chair.  While I perched myself on the towel
covered cushions a few feet from the sofa, mum was making her self most
comfortable next to dad.

   Soon his hands were far more constructively engaged stroking mum's soft
and slightly ample middle aged curves while they kissed passionately,
rapidly becoming oblivious to my presence.  I eased my own stimulation and
simply watched, enjoying their tender pleasure as if trying to keep in step
with them.  The longer they kissed the more passionate it became.  Mum's
attention was soon on dad's cock, stroking and gently pulling while their
lips remained locked, raising her left leg she opened the way for him to
start playing his own tune on her pleasure centre.  Skilled fingers parted,
probed and touched.  With a certain entrancing dexterity he teased her
clit, and slipped a finger or two or three into her moistening pussy, I
heard mum give little moans and shake with quivers of delight.  This all
too swiftly led to her pressing harder against his hand while her lips
played over his chest and nipples.

   Not wanting to rush things she pulled dad's hand away, sliding off the
sofa she knelt between his legs, taking control of his cock she proceeded
to kiss the swollen purple head, taking more into her mouth as the rhythmic
desire carried her intention.  Dad slumped backed and bucked his hips in
partial unison; from time to time she pulled free catching her breath,
before beginning the cycle again.  I'm not sure how long this went on for,
nor do I think it really mattered.  While she sucked, her free had been
tight against her crotch fingering and teasing.  As I watched, at times I
was leaning so far forwards wanting to get closer that I nearly tumbled
from the arm chair.  Only regaining my balance at the last moment with
gentle thud of the chair's feet in the carpet.

   After the third or fourth such occurrence dad looked up from mum's
bobbing head at me.  "Make you self useful lad, mum's top drawer, her toy,
go an get it"

   With out a seconds hesitation I dashed up stairs, during the summer I
had seen mum and dad using the 7" white vibrator together, on a few
occasions.  When I retrieved it I licked the tip for a taste of not just of
mum but of dad as well.

   Back down stairs mum was still between dad's legs taking her time, as I
moved to hand him the toy, he shook his head.

   "You should know where it goes, go on, help mum out" with that word of
instruction, he slumped back on the couch lost in the pleasure.

   Twisting the base, I felt the vibrator come to life with a gentle hum. I
knelt next to mum looking closer than ever before, her pussy lips were
pink, thick and swollen, protruding from her nest of pubic hair.  A beet
tentative I reached down between the full buttocks.  With the moistness
hung a sweet musky scent, I felt round mum's cunt as if familiarizing my
self with all the wonderful soft details of this most heavenly of
constructs all the while pressing my cock against her thigh wishing I could
enter her.  But as they say orders are orders, gently I pushed the purring
toy deep inside her.  Then copying dad from a few nights before I began to
move it back an forth slowly though he moth was full of pleasuring dad I
could here mum moan in pleasure, the parted the knees further, lead me to
kneel between he legs.  As I worked the vibrator, I was masturbating with
dizzy vigor, feeling as if my cock would burst.  The release felt as if it
wasn't a moment too soon, my young loins spattered a pale sticky rivulet
between mum's cheeks.  I slumped back briefly, leaving the flat white base
of the vibrator protruding from mum's pussy.

   Its not often I see dad moving that fast, but before I could continue he
had extracted him self from the sofa and pushed me out of the way. 
Removing the buzzing shaft, which he discarded by my feet he knelt behind
mum grasped her rump and began to fucking her with an almost savage intent,
his balls slapping like count to the rhythm.  Mum cried out in pleasure as
she lowered her head and pushed her self hard against dad.  I picked up the
vibrator and barely conscious of my own intent, licked and sucked greedily
savoring the pheromone cocktail it bore.  Still licking the sex toy, I
moved to the couch and sat in dad's place opposite mum.

   As I made my self comfortable sitting with my knees up feet on the
cushions edge, legs spread, I could feel the slightly clammy dampness of
dad's sweet.  Wanting to take the load off her knees mum asked dad to lie
back, he compiled willing, I chucked him a scatter cushion to place under
his head.  Mum then remounted still with her back to dad; squatting over
his cock she guided her self onto the hard member slippery with their
passion.  The view for me, was truly perfect, from the pleasure etched on
mum's lust reddened face, her breasts moving with a flow almost of their
own, to dad's thick shaft disappearing within her then reappearing as she
bounced up on his thighs While she rode dad, I alternately licked the
vibrator and placed it against my crotch.  Moving the tip lower to my tight
sphincter sent a shudder through me that caused my cock to twitch hard.  I
held it there wanking hard I they my head back and closed my eyes.  The
bestial grunts and moans of my parents a sweet music in the background that
drowned out the tape on the stereo.  I think my next orgasm was dry or at
best a week trickle, it didn't really matter.

   When my head stopped spinning, I opened my eyes, my parents pace has
slowed mum lay forward on dads legs, grasping his ankles, most of the
motion was from him easing he back and froth, it was with utter delight,
that I saw him withdraw and with an almost theatrical flourish he came over
mums back and cheeks, the flow issuing in a shallow arc of thick
pearlesence.

   Panting he lay there almost most lazily pleasuring mum with two fingers.
As I rolled off the sofa for a better view, dad asked me to wipe mum up
with a tissue.  His surprise was palpable when instead, I leaned over her
back and licked up the drops ending the clean up with a brief envelopment
of the tip of his softening cock.  Thinking that the pause in dad's motion
was sign of completion and possibly not fully aware of my actions, mum
disentangled her self from dad and lay between us.  A brief ministration
with her fingers closed the passion with a gentle climax.

   The three of us lay on the floor, aware that a bridge had been crossed,
trying to see where it might lead.

   The following morning I cleaned the bathroom as never before, from basin
to bath and toilet, what ever carnal smell my hands have born was quickly
replaced by bleach and lemon cleaner.